Le vent dans tes cheveux blonds. Le soleil l'horizon. Quelques mots d'une chanson. Que c'est beau, c'est beau la vie. Un oiseau qui fait la roue. Sur un arbre dj roux.
Paroles : Louis Aragon. Musique : Jean Ferrat. 1. Ah, c'est toujours toi que l'on blesse. C'est toujours ton miroir bris,. Mon pauvre bonheur ma faiblesse.
written by Karla Bonoff. 1976 Seagrape Music (BMI). . They say just once in life. You find someone that's right. But the world looks so confused. I can't tell false from true.
At um dia, at talvez. At quem sabe. At voc sem fantasia. Sem mais saudade. Agora a gente. To de repente. Nem mais se entende. Nem mais pretende. Seguir fingindo.
Heaven is closer now today. The sound is in my ears. I can't believe the things you say. They echo what I fear. . Twisting the bones until they snap. I scream but no one knows.
Your love is life to me. My truest longing my deepest need. Without it one moment I don't know where I'd be. Your love is life to me. . Breath for my body, light for my eyes.
O child you've never known how I really feel. Because you've never been shown. O child, you've never known that my love is real. Because you've never been shown.
Without You, there'd be no sunrise. Without You, there'd be no light. Without You, there'd be no answers. To the questions in my life. . You bring joy in the morning.
All I have, all I am. And all I ever hope to be. I give it all, all to You. Watch and see, I will be true. . Lord Jesus, You are Holy. Lord Jesus, You are Mighty.
You are the child that I love, in you I am well pleased. You are the child that I love, in you I am well pleased. Nothing high, nothing low, could separate you from me.
Where could I run, where could I hide,. Where could I go where you are not?. Where could I be where you don't see. All of these demons chasing me?. What kind of sin could I find myself in.
Came out of mourning, washed the violet from her mane. Was it an omen, the horses circled on the plain?. We waited for the sky to drop. Oh, as we called upon the name.
Open up wide, swallow down deep. No spoon full of sugar could make it sweet.. The cancer inside, stealing my sleep. Night after night it keeps haunting me..
Soft wind's blowing as the evening comes. The sun is painting pictures on the sky. The light's rebelling just before the dark. Ravens all the shapes from watcher's eye..
Let me tell you a story, its about you and me. We walked along the narrow road. You held my hand, we were a family. Its was the only thing, youd ever known.
It is friday evening and a friend of mine says: "Come. I am giving just a party with some girls and lot of fun". And I tell him "That's exciting and be sure I'm not too late,.
Now the sun is sinking low and my mind wanders to You. And all the goodness that You gave when, You gave Your life away. The sun is sinking low and I am thinking of You.
It's a bitchy day and I'm searching for a prey that the boring beats. Walking through my lane, I detect an ancient man resting on some seats. And I think: He's not from here, maybe it's a good idea.
Can you see the sun rise over the hill. Rising warm, free and bright. Feel the grass beneath your feet. Soft, smooth and green. . (Chorus). . So is His love.
Lazy days are passing by. Nothing's here to turn me on. Everything is sad and cold in my tiny world. . In this mood I need assistance. A warm shoulder to lean on.